Nov
16
2007
2

Dover NJ Has Priorities Straight

Slightly late to the party on this one, but here we go.

Now that it's been revealed that worrying about terrorists targeting gumballs is fucking lunacy (because really, when all of our public transportation, ports, borders, and everything else is pretty much an open target, gumball protection being a priority is the height of madness), the aldermen reveal their "real" idea: licensing gumball machines.

That's right: of all the other problems facing the town like "overcrowded housing, taxi ordinances and redevelopment projects" says the Daily Record (cached version here), not to mention others we can probably think of because they're problems everywhere (education, perhaps?), we want to license gumball machines.

[Alderman Frank] Poolas said he is convinced that the town needs to license gumball machines and other currently-exempt devices to better protect children against food-borne illnesses and defective toys. He also said such a licensing scheme could make it easier to track down someone who might use gumball machines in an unlikely, if not impossible, attempt to poison kids. Source.

Question: when was the last time you heard about a kid getting sick from something they ate out of a gumball machine? Has there been an E. coli outbreak from gumballs that I haven't heard of? I'm being serious when I ask that…is this really some sort of safety issue I've just missed? And the defective toys business…what does that mean? If the spider ring breaks within 30 days of purchase? (And yes, I know some toys shouldn't be given to kids to screw around with, but if the parent won't check the toys to ensure they're not going to kill their kid, they probably expect Alderman Poolas to come and ensure that the doors to where they keep the drain cleaners are secured as well. Should we license parents?)

And let's go ahead and think like a loony alderman for about five seconds. Let's assume that all gumball machines are licensed, and the government is wasting lots of money and time making sure they know what goes in the gumball machines and where it's come from. Then let's assume, because we're in Loony Alderland, that a terrorist decided that poisoning gumballs was a good idea. Are they going to log this on a schedule somewhere? No, they're going to do Bad Things to the gumballs without said Bad Things showing up anywhere. So all your vaunted licensing won't help you.

No, you're trying to build a bridge not just where there's no water, but in the middle of the Gobi desert. Why not just be up front about it and say you want to eek some more money in a scheme that adds absolutely no value to the experience of getting a gumball out of a machine? At least then I could have some respect for you idiots.

You must be proud, Dover. You must be so proud.

Written by Widge in: Ranting | Tags: , , ,
Mar
08
2006
1

They're Making a Shmoe Paranoid…

Jeff Jarvis points out the epitome of dumbass legislation–like we need any more examples of that in this country–that states any website would have to "require and obtain legal names and addresses for anyone who posts online… or else the services can be sued for anything false or defamatory posters say."

Read his full post. Is this what passes for "conservatism" in this country these days? That's rhetorical. We all know the answer.

Is it paranoid to think that once all websites have everyone registered, we can be all assigned a government-issued Net-ID that enables them to track what we're all saying online? Uncle Bill would say no, that wasn't paranoid at all.

Also, I agree with Jarvis that the FCC is a load of shite. Granted, that's not quite how he phrased it, but you know what I mean.

Musical Postscript: Inoffensive pop. That's hard to accomplish with my brooding ass. The New Pornographers' "The Laws Have Changed" manages it, however. Found via…well, The Laws Have Changed.

More Paranoid Postscript: I wonder what weird hits from search engines I'll get having "Pornographers" and "FCC" in the same post.

(scary noises and exeunt)

Written by Widge in: General BS | Tags: , , , ,
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